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Manhattan Project Beer Company not only offers Cold War and nuclear age riffs in its naming, but has produced a number of beers worth actively seeking. While any beer connected with a coconut is not on my dance card, this beer stands out as quite exceptional despite its after-school cookie flavor profile.
The top note of course wafts off as a heavy coconut, because this is one of those indivisible scents that dominates the room, but then emerges a rich, thick, chocolatey, molasses, barley, and tingling hint of alcohol flavor from the porter. This may dress up like an eleven-year-old girl’s notebook, but it is a beer for all-night drinkers with solid police records.
Out of that miasma (hi Lance) appears its secondary flavor, which is less geared toward the surface toppings than toward the art of brewing itself. This beer cooks down clean, and being a porter, is thicker and stronger than most, but like a better version of Guinness, lends itself to long-term consumption.
They mention pairing it with steak on the label, but I do not recommend that; this beer pares well with unpaid bills, car repairs, fistfights, and urinating on the graves of humanist philosophers. It is meant to set you free under the cover of being some coconut fru-fru cocktail of a beer. Get ready for war.
Tags: beer, manhattan beer company, manhattan project brewing company, porter
I dare say that I actually believe you this time, because the artwork look pretty normal and not drawn by Sam Hyde after a trannywank session with his buttbuddies Nick and Charlie.
What passes around here (Northwest quadrant) for stouts, porters, and Scotch ale are vomitously sugary garbage. Do you get Northcoast’s Old Rasputin? Twelve years ago I found a barrel aged bottle, the big ones, for $23 in San Diego. Good luck with that nowadays. It’s my favorite all-time beer, but I haven’t seen it on the shelf in five years since covaids.
The question that isn’t being answered — why would you ever go for this over Samuel Smith Imperial Stout?
(And why would you go for all of those random IPAs over Fuller’s ESB?)
Imports are the only correct answer for beer at this point (and if it weren’t for price-point factors, the same would be true for Whisk[e]y, but holy fuck is Lagavulin expensive).